"Here we go again"
Spreadsheet open, mind on mute
Nodding my head in a cheap grey suit
Copy, paste, repeat the same
Forgot my own name in this corporate game
Email ping, reply with care
Smile at the screen like somebody's there
Clock says two PM but feels like eight
Autopilot mode, just calculate
They're asking questions, I say"Sure, sounds great"
My brain checked out around a quarter to late
Running on routine, no thoughts in between
Just a robot in a cubicle machine
Going through the motions down this office road
Living life on autopilot mode
Drifting through the hours, one task at a time
Making sense of nothing, but the paycheck's fine
Lunch break conversation"How's your day""Good, thanks" I lie in the same old way
Staring at the wall like it holds the truth
Searching for the version of my younger youth
Pen clicks, I'm counting down the time
Pretending every memo is worth the climb
Maybe there's a rhythm hiding in this loop
Maybe I'm just stuck inside this corporate soup
Somewhere in the mundane, something's gotta give
Learning that this too is how we live
Running on routine, but I'm still in here
Robot with a heartbeat, that much is clear
Going through the motions, but I'm doing fine
Living life on autopilot, one day at a time
Finding little moments buried in the grind
Making peace with nothing, and I don't mind
Five PM hits. Time to clock out
Same time tomorrow, no doubt